Masquerade
Though he wore a mask while he was holding her, dancing with her, she could see his piercing golden eyes. They quite nearly took her breath away.
The song ended and they parted. He had disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye. She hadn't even had the chance to ask his name. Another song had begun to play, and the mysterious and beautiful stranger was danging with another girl, no doubt.
She hurried quickly to the stairs before one of the young suitors her father had invited to woo her asked her to dance. She didn't want to see the people dancing happily anyway in her parent's ballroom.
She wasn't paying much attention to her surroundings or the people around her, mostly servants, and quiet wallflowers like herself. Soon she felt a warm hand on her shoulder.
"Come with me." He spoke gently.
"What? Where are we going?"
"Shh." The stranger said.
He took her hand and led her into the moonlit night. Far from the light of the open door, they ran until they found a spot outside where he knew no one would hear or see them.
"Wait, stranger, may I ask your name."
He laughed soft and low.
"Please, I must know it!"
He laughed again and moved his mask away from only his lips so he could kiss her neck and shoulders. He made a trail of hot, lustful kisses to her ear where he slowly whispered her heartache, "Sesshoumaru."
Soon there was blood flowing from her slit throat onto her dress.
"Goodnight, princess." He whispered and dropped her limp body as well as his mask to the ground, and so simply walked away.